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A November Sky
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Astronomical Poetry a romantic poet was on a search,
and found a place where moonlit love once perched.
and the voice of night was sweet,
now love is in retreat.
no need to shed a tear or to ponder why
remembering the last night of a November sky,
without promise, they pass unknown with impulsive tone.
on frugal street, dispassionate they do not meet.
the moon is feeling restless and gasping for breath.
intimidate into the shadows, where he cannot find treasure.
dancing women laugh at the moon face and they meet Lady Macbeth.
She admonishes, he is too hard to love he will always miss the mark in measure.
no diamonds opalescent adorns,
therefore, the past will mourn.
visions have hungry lips where need repeats,
nevertheless, hearts no longer skip a beat.
moonbeams left entirely to the dream,
is not always, what it seems.
like all the moons of ache those changes,
of a burning soul.
avowed love, with sensuality estranged
look up to see the old moon hold.
love this beautiful short life,
or you will find yourself swept away by a poem.
